Graces…
I never thought of getting an ace in the lady poetess’ class. The
most that I’ve had for an estimate was 1.5. Months back, I thought I
must have waged an intellectual war with her. From November to
February, I oftentimes end my saturday classes with momentary
heartbreaks… (until I attend the evening mass, teehee!) Albeit my
abrupt silence, thanks for recognizing that am trying (way) hard to get
through the playful words. Thanks for my making my crude words of
truth survive. Again, thanks for the flat one Ma’am Ophie.
And
thanks to lit majors classmates for the wonderful friendship. (Ynna,
Carla, Anderson, Ma’am Tet, Sir Benj, Sherwin, Burns, Eman, Kim, Essel,
Cecille, Daddy Ben, SIR JACK etc.) I love you all. See you around guys. =)
To
Dr. Hornedo, just the same. Thanks for seeing my effort to dismiss my
class in Arts and Letters early just to catch your lectures; and for
appreciating my report, despite my being hyperventilated. Thanks for
the ace. =)
The dream’s still alive. Go for the gold na itu. (woohoo)
